Scp Lord Blackwood Novels & Stories

, I said to them, keeping my voice low enough to cause them to shiver in fear. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luke roll his eyes at my antics and I smirked inwardly. In my head, Rage threw me a bored glance before turning away. He had been calm of late, and I was grateful for it. It meant no one would be hurt if they didn’t deserve it. One of the scouts, a brown haired werewolf named Ted stepped forward. “We have news from Blackmoon pack, Alpha”, he said and at my nod to continue, went on. “It seems the Alpha of Blackmoon pack has found out that we are the ones who abducted his mate”.

“I’ve already started planting countermeasures, Lucian. But he’s not someone to underestimate. He moves fast, and he has resources that rival you as.well.” Isla spoke up. “So… this is the man behind Aurora?” Lucian’s expression darkened. “Yes. Liam Blackwood. That man is untouchable, untamed, and he doesn’t play by any rules. And now… he has decided he wants our empire too. He has some connection with Claire.”

"Ambush formation. No survivors." We melted into the shadows of the ancient oaks lining the drive, wolves in human skin, waiting. Headlights pierced the night, engines roaring as Hanlon's convoy charged in—armored trucks, mercenaries spilling out like rats from a sinking ship. Hanlon himself emerged from the central SUV, a tall, gaunt figure in a tailored suit soaked by the rain, his face a sneer of triumph under the floodlights. Silver hair plastered to his skull, eyes glowing with mad ambition. "Blackwood!" he shouted, voice amplified by a megaphone, echoing mockingly. "Your traitor's spilled everything. The heir's born—premature, weak. Hand him over, and I'll make your end quick. Resist,

“What’s going on here, Malcolm? Are you giving the guards a hard time again?” The light glinted off a gold tooth as he grinned. Some guards chuckled, others shuffled around nervously. Malcolm straightened, a mix of respect and irritation in his tone. “Just testing the loyalty of our new recruit, father.” So this was Mr. Blackwood, the notorious drug baron who pulled the strings of this entire operation. His reputation preceded him. But seeing him in the flesh was a different experience altogether. He was a man accustomed to power, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make its presence known.

Sophia was taken aback by my comment but she immediately snapped back into her professional role, clicking a button that brought a complex, multicolored flow chart onto the large screen above her head. “The core target is Blackwood Corporate Holdings, which is primarily controlled by Gordon Blackwood. And according to my reports, the criminal activity centers around large-scale infrastructure projects, they’re too numerous to mention but every big contract that has happened in the city, the Blackwood empire has been involved in it, legally or not,” Sophia explained, using a laser pointer to trace a series of numbered boxes leading to offshore entities.

I said. Kael let out a sharp, hysterical breath. He glanced down the hallway as if checking for listening devices. "Damon Blackwood isn't just an Alpha," Kael whispered, leaning in slightly. "He is the King of Alphas. He owns half the city. He crushed the Northern Rebellion in three days. They call him the 'Wolf of Death.'" Kael swallowed hard. "I have worked for him for five years. I have seen him kill men for looking at him wrong. I have seen him burn down packs for disrespecting a border treaty."

I heard the shadow tell her about the former Chief Royal Chef. "The former Chief Royal Chef thought she could change the flavors of Blackwood. She died screaming in this very kitchen. The wolves do not like new flavors. The same will happen to you." The shadow said. I felt blood drain from my face. This was not a plot. This was something internal. The figure was talking about the history of Blackwood. "Winning is not the prize here, Sophie." The shadow said. "Then what is?" Sophie asked. "Surviving. But no one survives Blackwood for long." The voice replied.

Luisa kim added indignantly, "The worst part is that Scarlett Hayes is the one pulling the strings. What kind of heartless person comes up with such a vicious scheme?" I felt a shiver of fear run through me. Evan Blackwood was the cousin of Dominic Blackwood, and he had grown up under the old man's wing, charming everyone with his sweet talk. The old man adored him, or else he wouldn't have allowed him to carry the Blackwood surname.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.